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Chapter 7 : Noodles/Foodtimes
The Nap took them longer than expected as Sarsa wasn´t moving or awoken from anything the two in her coils could do.
This gave Karl-Heinz time to explore the system some more. So he started trying and testing different command words. He didn´t get to far into his testing as a small shift of the snake pile he was in, reminded him of the very enticing lumps of sexual flesh in reach.
So his focus shifted over to something he couldn´t easily play with so far in his life and started to test them and watch out for reactions in the woman around him. Karl was so endlessly happy about playing with something that was out of reach most of his previous life that he lost track of time.
Without Karl-Heinz noticing it, Vaskra woke up and looked rather pleased down at the hand on her bosom.
Karl on the other hand was more neutral in his fun, ´this is all just a game so enjoy it while it lasts, man these are well coded touch interactions´. His grabbing did make him a bit horny again, but his snake has been sucked dry for now, so nothing moved down below his belly from this little stimulation.
Next Sarsa awoke from quick rubs and experimental prodding against her sensitive spots with an alarmed look on her face. “What time is it !?” she hissed whilst slowly untangling the cuddle knot she had made.
“No clue, I don´t have a watch or even a view at a window from were I am at” Came unhelpful from within the dissolving pile from Karl.
Speeding up her disengagement Vaskra got her torso cloth back on and was half growling “fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Bitch you better get your own food and stuff together so better get out of my den!” Then in an almost bipolar seeming switch to sweetness and cuddles “Hubby, you better stay here while I am busy working, please don´t make to much of a mess when you play around oki?”
Vaskra now being on the Nagasha bed on the floor next to Karl-Heinz feels the need to reassert her position as first wive, but a preemptive glare from Sarsa crushes all resolve that she had and stays quiet. Instead she gets up, quietly grabs her things and gets dressed. “I will be back with some food for you lover” Smiling brightly and then rushing out the door.
“Only the best for him !” Sarsa shouts after her as she leaves and then twitch jumps forwards half a meter, as Karl pokes her shoulder from behind.
“Didn´t you two want to keep this on the down low that I am here? Why shout?” He asked her a bit confused and before she can answer his gaze returns back to his clothes and inspecting the room in more detail.
“Oh shush, I know what I am doing … I can yell anyone under the table for looking at me wrong, I will keep you save!” Sarsa defends whilst blushing as she realizes this blunder being pointed out by the mentally odd man. “I shall take my leave for now, I still gotta do my work or my home gets gifted to the next bitch in line for my position.” With that she slithers away, leaving Karl-Heinz alone in the room.
´What to do next ...´He ponders whilst getting his clothes back on. ´More time for crafting! No better way to grind some early exp that I can think of now, also would be nice to have some time line fitting weapon, or maybe better than what they got here.´
Not caring about staying oh so hidden, Karl starts roaming the warehouse and starts collecting basic weapons and what ever he can find to use/miss use as tools. Lucky for him, no one sees him and even luckier for him, the items stored are an endless treasure trove of basic weapons, replacement parts, tools for field stripping of the weapons and even a good toolbox that someone left easy enough to find with other hand tools to start his plans.
“Well you gotta start somewhere” Karl-Heinz thought out loud as he started to disassemble the seeming standard ´rifle´? that he found in that warehouse. First gentle, pulling, poking, prodding, twisting shaking gentle tapping of the gun to see what came lose first and what started to fall out when he removed the butt-stock and so on.
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While he tinkered away at this project, exp notifications were flashing by in his vision in a just barely not annoying manner in the corner of his vision. Out of seemingly nowhere a bowl of food materialized next to him, together with a hand on his shoulder from Vaskra.
“Having a good days work so far ?” She asks with a smile on her face.
“.... eeeeh yes?” again not knowing how to answer Karl stammers out these 2 words, then he realizes that this bowl of food was the first real meal he had seen after coming to this place and he is feeling very hungry by now. Laying down the parts and tools in his hands, he shuffles sideways on the chair to place himself in-front of the food.
Taking a look at the bowl, it looks like a sort of stew, ´simple food, easy to cook in large amounts for many soldiers, shouldn´t be too bad ...´ is what he thinks before taking the first spoon full and tasting barely anything. “Is my tongue broken or why does this taste like it is less flavored than a rice bag cardboard box? … do you got any salt by chance ?”
“Yeah that is not the best food we got here in camp but it still tastes good enough to me”
“Tastes ? This has no real taste to me, it tastes like nothing, even plane spring water has more flavor than this … or is my sens of taste gone ? Still can you maybe get me some salt ?” Karl said whilst still eating, hunger just has that ability to shove food down no matter how bad it may be.
“What is Salt ?” was the confused reply from Vaskra at the repeated question.
“Eh … do you mean in a chemical sens or just the stuff that I asked for ooooorr do you mean what kind of salt I want ?”
After a short pause to untangle the counter counter question Vaskra sighed and went for what felt like the easiest way to hopefully get answered. “What kind of stuff do you want to add to your food?”
“The most basic spice ? Or is salt somehow expensive or holy ? Hmmm lick my face!”
“Spices, we got them but the cooks hoarding them just as tight as a nation hoard there shared husband! And I don´t want to die trying to steal on of the few luxury´s that people enjoy around here …. officer people enjoy around here” leaning in closer Vaskra kisses Karl-Heinz on his lips.
In return he kisses her back but before she can retreat fully he drags his tongue over Vaskra´s face in a long quick stroke. “Hmmm … you are very clean this morning, I taste almost nothing on your skin”
Recoiling in shocked confusion at being licked out of the blue, Vaskra responds with a meek “Thanks ?”
“Yeah that is half of a response of what people usually give me after the licking move.” Having a short break in his speaking as Karl spoons more of his food. “Anyway if you don´t have salt as a spice, what else do you have ? Maybe I can spice this one up next time” He picks up the bowl and proceeds to empty the rest of his meal by drinking it straight down.
Vaskra again not knowing how to react to this new oddity of Karl-Heinz, again gets hit by a new wave of pheromones, not as strong as her first encounter, still the saliva on her cheek and in her mouth from the kiss make her quiver in arousal.
“Sooooooo …. what are you doing there?” Vaskra tried to shift the topic and at the same time push her breasts against Karl´s arm, slowly starting to grind against him.
“Oh ! Yeah I am trying to learn how your laser pew pew … eh rifle works, looks like magic.” Taking a closer look at the simplistic parts and slightly wobbling set up caused by most likely big tolerances, “and duck-tape.” Picking up the half disassembled space musket and shaking it, hearing half of it´s insides start to jingle like a wind-chime. “ a looooooooooooooooooooooooot of duck-tape.”
Looking confused at this non revelation Vaskra points out “ but when it is sealed up it works just fine and keeps on working until smashed to pieces … at least that is how most know the S4 so far and mine was that way too.” Slowly she increases her grind against his arm in pressure and her face moves closer to his ear, gently breathing against him.
“Might be so … still making these things jingle less could most likely make them more resilient and i hope better guns too, how ever this space magic works can´t be helped by also working as duck-tape part time” Internally enjoying the closeness of a willing seeming female does reach Karl-Heinz brain, but now is project time and he isn´t done making much progress just yet.
“Now, why don´t you continue working on your little project after some snuggles with me ?” Squeezing his arm in between her breasts, stressing her current choice of chest covering clothes. Leaving in and sniffing his hair and letting out a long low moan from the excitement.
With a jerk of his arm Karl fails to dislodge Vaskra from gripping him, “begone wench!”.
Realizing that he failed to fully dislodge Vaskra from his arm, Karl-Heinz tries a second time. “Begone … wench?” Still he fails again as the grip just tightens even more. Next he starts to hear slight whimpering from his unwanted arm-candy. Sighing in frustration as this feels like it was stolen out of one of the oh to many manga and or anime love scenes, he tries to fix this with blunt logic, his mightiest and only social tool.
Sounding rather annoyed by the situation Karl then says, like one would respond to there mother when just being ordered to clean ones room. “Yes Waifu number 1, we can have sex after I am done with my day of work, yes waifu one you are still my first woman, yes my lover bird I really want to be with you, no waifu there is no other girl in my live but you …. “ in his rattling down of semi fitting responses Karl drifts of track and just goes thru his mental list of cliche scenes he has stored in his head.
Sniffing in a idle droplet of nasal slime,´What am I doing here!? I am the Woman in the room, I need to try and be the strong one! Not break down into a sniffling mess!´ Vaskra goes into the position of Parade Rest. “Your plan sounds good, continue on. I will be right back!” She says with a forced but confident tone.
To try and gain some distance to fully collect herself again, to make some more preparations and to get some of her actual soldier work done, that she still has to do. She loses her posture and then speed walks out the room.
Only to be stopped by a wall of muscle at the open door, looking down at her and into the room.